Monday, March 03, 2008

March Poem Prompt 1 – Landscape

Firstly, my apologies for being a day late in announcing the February Prize Poem - check out the post prior to this one to read the winning poem by Leatherdykeuk.

I spent 1st March driving up the length of France, from Antibes on the Mediterranean to Calais on the English Channel watching the landscape change along the way: the snow-peaked Alpes Maritimes, mimosa trees in full bloom, blossoming peach trees, the sun setting behind a swathe of white wind turbines, the dark terrils (slag heaps from old coal mines) of Nord Pas de Calais.

Landscape affects us all. The sea always has a profound effect on me. Mountains too. And when I spend time in the mountains in Wales there’s a part of me that feels ‘connected’ that I don’t think I feel elsewhere.

My first poem prompt of the month is to write a poem that has its roots in some aspect of landscape.

Before you begin, brainstorm around the word ‘landscape’. What can it mean, suggest, and apply to? Landscapes might be physical, emotional and intellectual. They carry moods. They change with time. Let yourself write freely, don’t judge what your mind tosses out.

Look for ‘landscape’ poems in collections and anthologies. Are these poems about more than one aspect of landscape? What ideas do they make you think about? What themes emerge from the details?

Here are a couple more specific ideas that you might like to work with, but feel free to wander off along your own track, or paved road, too.

  • Write a poem about yourself, or someone else, which combines the physical landscape of a particular environment with the landscape of the human body.
  • Write a poem that explores/juxtaposes two contrasting landscapes: e.g. past and present, natural and industrial, lush and barren, physical and emotional

I look forward to reading your work.


anne.kenny said...


Beyond the hawthorn I observe
two figures bruising the landscape:
untroubled by dinner-jacketed
birds settling down to an early feast.

A breeze causes only a flutter of fabric
staked as they are into this heavy earth.
I too am held in place for a moment
noticing the soil breathe with new life.


Caroline M Davies said...

What is seen and unseen

The hedgerow’s hushed green
almost imperceptible to the unconscious eye
that sees a winter landscape
of bare branched trees.

A moment of inner awareness
reveals buds breaking into fragments of leaves
as the sap silently rises
in the melting spring.

Lynne Rees said...

Hello Anne and Caroline - thanks for posting these meditative poems.


Wisty said...


amongst sallows
and sedge
a pool
where once a bomb
pitted this marsh
now green blades
pierce its rim
and petals
of yellow flag
like wings